Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Vietnam and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Louis and Bebe Barron to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cramps,
Roger Hodgson,
DNA,
the Swans,
the Normal,
Unwound,
Gang Starr,
Scientists,
D'Angelo,
Shuggie Otis,
Ponytail,
New York Dolls,
Al Stewart,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lungfish,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Names,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Machine,
The Gories,
The Smoke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Index,
Ultravox,
Joe Finger,
Brick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yazoo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
CMW,
Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
Terry Callier,
Oblivians,
Alphaville,
Dennis Brown,
The Invisible,
Symarip,
48th St. Collective,
Second Layer,
Animal Collective,
The Techniques,
The Gladiators,
Moebius,
Janne Schatter,
Yaz,
Bauhaus,
Massinfluence,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moody Blues,
Hasil Adkins,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.